Women don't beg for sex

"Sorry angel, but you sounded like you were about to piss me off by calling me a once off. The dumb fuck you entrusted with my pussy clearly didn't know how to care for it," he said, his voice gruff and hoarse, his eyes dark with lust and something sinister. 

What the fuck was he talking about? I barely knew him. Jason just… hell who was Jason? Shit, my pussy sure felt like his while he pleasured it. 

"Please. Please. Begging. Can't. Shit. Think," I cried out in between gasps and moans. "Too drunk. Can't. Marry. Jason." 

"I didn't tell you to marry Jason. You're my fucking wife. Get used to it," he said, a rumble coming from his chest as he yanked his fingers out of my pussy. 

My body was a mere rag doll, being tossed about by him as he got me to my feet, then rose too. Before my inebriated mind could register what was happening he had me on the table, his hands dragging my panties down. 

On another day, I would have fixated on how he lifted my weight to get me on the table in the first place. Today, my attention was elsewhere. 

"Can't m-marry. Who. Are. You?" I stammered, but my body just wouldn't stop cuming for him. 

The torrent of ecstasy was never ending. There was nothing I could do but sit there while he opened my trembling thighs and stuck his head in between them. 

"Fucking blind date. That shit isn't for you. You're taken. I'm your husband, angel," he announced, before his tongue started lapping at my cum. 

More pieces of our one night stand started coming back to me. Husband. He wasn't exaggerating. Vegas. Flashing lights. Elvis at the altar. A veil on my head. Champagne bottles in our hands while we said I do. This man was my… 

"Excuse me, but is the place closed? I'm supposed to meet someone here tonight," said a mild mannered, meek, male voice. "Are you, by chance, Pearl?" 

"Holy fuck. Not my blind date. NOT. MY. BLIND…oh no. Oh fuck. Yes. Oh hell. Yes. Yes. Yes," I cried out as my husband doubled down on tonguing my clit into submission. 

"I'm in the middle of eating my wife's cuming cunt. Are you stupid? Get the fuck out," my husband purred against my once more cuming cunt. 

"Oh. So you are," my blind date said, finally taking us and our compromised state in. "Excuse, you know what, I'm just going to, I'll give my date a call. Bye."

Tom or Tim or whatever the fuck his name was didn't stick around for more. He backtracked hurriedly, all but tripping over his own two feet. 

"Wait," I shrieked. "Tim. Tom. Help," I muttered and immediately knew I had made a mistake. 

"Ssssshhhhh, angel. Derek is your husband's name. If you must say a man's name, it better fucking be mine from now on. Unless you want to be responsible for multiple deaths tonight," he said, biting down on my clit as punishment. 

A switch flipped in my head. This man wanted me. Lust tainted his eyes, just like on our one night together. And hell, twenty one years was a long time to wait. My pussy was horny. I wanted to be touched. Kissed. Held. Fucked. 

"Will you fuck me?" I blurted out, eyes pooling with tears once more. "You're the only one who ever has," I confessed, crumbling under his touch, my chest aching as the pain of rejection, betrayal and years of humiliation overwhelmed me. 

Derek withdrew from me, then took out his phone, placed it on the table and made a call. Then he started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. 

"Women get fucked as a courtesy. They don't beg for sex. My stupid son needs to learn that. Doesn't he?" Derek said, pulling down his pants. 

Before I knew what was happening, he was sliding the head of his huge, monstrous dick into my underused pussy.

"Oh dear fucking God. Why does your son need to listen to this?" I cried out in a panic, but despite the situation being eerily similar to what happened with Jason three years ago, I couldn't make myself tell him to stop. 

"Hey dad. I'm out with my girlfriend, Lena. I'm bringing her home for dinner tomorrow night, just like you asked," said Jason's voice as his father's dick stretched my pussy walls further and further apart. 

"Didn't I tell you to stay the fuck away from my wife a year ago when you lost her to me in our poker game? Have you been hiding your step mother from me, Jay?" Derek thundered at the phone, then withdrew almost the entire length of his dick from my pussy. 

"God, Derek, please, be gentle," I whimpered, my voice barely audible, once again not asking for him to stop despite staring down at the big dick between my thighs in horror. 

"Dad, be real. I told you I don't know the fat bitch. She was just a random, desperate woman after my dick. Lena's my girlfriend. Isn't that right, baby?" Jason's voice said, sending a pang through my heart. 

"Of course Jay. I love you to death," said my sister's voice, while Derek slid back into me, inching more of his dick into me. 

My eyes bugged out of my skull as the pain of betrayal hit me twice over. Fresh tears of humiliation flooded my eyes as I tried to adjust to the dick slowly being fed to my pussy.

"You bitch. Asshole. Fucking finals, my as—" I started screaming, but a frustrated Derek was done easing his dick into me. 

He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed his hands down on the table, making cutlery and plates quake. 

"Pearl?" a surprised Lena said over the phone. "Sorry sis, but Jason was never going to marry you anyway. You know that, right? I'm thinking of our family. Dad needs a loan and your pussy isn't going to get it for us."

"Shut the fuck up. You really are a dumb bitch, aren't you? Plush Pearly, dad, I c

an explain," a nervous Jason said on the other end of the line.